Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.